Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

Chapter 372

Chapter 372 Lisa: Ava's Camp

LISA

After miles of walking, the sun is pretty high in the sky.

I'm too exhausted to shove back layers to take a peek at my watch, plus I really don't want to know what time it is. If it's too early, I'll know we're still ages from seeing Ava. If it's too late, I'll be even more exhausted knowing how long we've been trudging through the snow.

Better to just keep going as my lungs burn and my whole body aches. I really thought I was ready for this, but I'm not in as good of shape as I'd thought.

Kellan's doubtful stare when I asked to come along is really making sense.

"Don't worry." Mira's friendly voice tells me she's back. Sometimes she roams ahead, helping break trail. "We aren't far now."

Thank. Fucking. God.

Mira points at a thin line of grey against the pale winter sky. "See that smoke? That's their camp."

My shoulders sag with relief as I stare at the back of Kellan's head. His broad shoulders haven't slowed once during our trek, and here I am ready to collapse. "Have I slowed you all down?"

"Not at all." Mira's smile warms her words. "We don't always scout in wolf form, you know."

"Why not?" It hadn't occurred to me that they would do that, but now that she's mentioned it—well, why wouldn't they? "Wouldn't it be easier?"

her boots sending up a sparkling spray. "Things are different when we're shifted. We don't make a habit of staying in wolf form

"Different how?"

simpler. More primal. Instincts take over. Pack bonds grow stronger, but complex reasoning becomes harder. Plus, clothes are a pain to deal with. No

another glance at Kellan's back. His steady

pants that crystallize in front of my face. The rising sun does nothing to warm me, though its rays paint the endless white landscape

of cooking meat makes my mouth water. The promise of warmth and food urges me forward those last few steps until the

excited shout carries across the snow as she waves

with the force of

laugh, trying to shield my face from her assault. "Your breath

feet. Snow clings to my clothes, but I don't care as I stumble forward to wrap Ava in a tight

the way out

her cheeks. She

meal down my throat, I've got

heads bent together as they discuss whatever important wolf

I heard you caught a

"The men caught a moose. I'm just going to help eat it. Want some stew? You look

Ava laughs and loops her arm through mine, leading me toward the tent. The smell of herbs

packs supplies into neat bundles, barely sparing us a glance as we enter

tents I've ever seen camping are small. Not the kind

wasn't bad, but

me as Ava has me sit on what appears to be a folded sleeping bag. My muscles protest the movement—I'll definitely feel this

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